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For Freedom Most will Live and Die for Justice  Beauty, None shall Lie Some say they stand for Truth, not Strife From Cowards Pulpit, **** Pure  Life A bomb on earth Is held in Mind And like this peeping, not meant to find Hiding Calls the Angels Death In Mind, then Earth, and then the Breath A Soldier , Witch, or Spy can See Own Limits, not Loves Mystery Some want to stop the Death of Earth It's JOY , not spying that brings Forth Mirth A Covens Shield Will fail all Hope When Greed within is made the Pope This Hiding, Spying, Curse does Fail For all whose Life has Felt Christs Nail The noble Soul  is not afraid To stand the Light that Freedom's  Made Sad, spineless, fearful , means reveal Impure intention, reach to steal.. You say I lie, what lie is that? You say that all behind my back I welcome all hiden cowards Now To face and Lead with God's Great Vow But none have shown, True leaders Skill In Arts of Soul without fights drill If Dare this shame meet now as we An Easter Miracle, it shall Be
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
Coward
For Freedom Most will Live and Die for Justice  Beauty, None shall Lie Some say they stand for Truth, not Strife From Cowards Pulpit, **** Pure  Life A bomb on earth Is held in Mind And like this peeping, not meant to find Hiding Calls the Angels Death In Mind, then Earth, and then the Breath A Soldier , Witch, or Spy can See Own Limits, not Loves Mystery Some want to stop the Death of Earth It's JOY , not spying that brings Forth Mirth A Covens Shield Will fail all Hope When Greed within is made the Pope This Hiding, Spying, Curse does Fail For all whose Life has Felt Christs Nail The noble Soul  is not afraid To stand the Light that Freedom's  Made Sad, spineless, fearful , means reveal Impure intention, reach to steal.. You say I lie, what lie is that? You say that all behind my back I welcome all hiden cowards Now To face and Lead with God's Great Vow But none have shown, True leaders Skill In Arts of Soul without fights drill If Dare this shame meet now as we An Easter Miracle, it shall Be
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
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